I claw at his shoulders until he rears up, warrior strong. His lips are wet with my desire. With one thrust, he’s inside of me, his piercing dragging along my sensitive tissues. My body stretches to accept him. He’s big and hot and fills me until I don’t know anything but him. I grip him so tight that he’ll have marks for a week.
He bends down and kisses me. I taste myself on him, tangy and erotic.
“Harder,” I urge.
Above me, he growls. A hand slams against the leather cushion and a knee digs in between my legs. He wastes no time in giving me exactly what I asked for. His hips jack forward, his pelvic bone providing delicious friction against my clit. I grind upward, searching and then finding that perfect release.
He’s not far behind me. Neither of us can hold out. We both miss each other so much. He shakes as he comes. It’s so magical with him. I hug his broad shoulders close as he collapses on me.
“I love you.”
“Same. Love you so much, baby.” He dots tired kisses along my forehead and cheekbones.
I tighten my Kegels. “Round two?”
A smile stretches from ear to ear. “Give me--
“Yo, ETA’s about five minutes,” Ian interrupts with a knock on the door. “You might want to pull the coil off the fuel line.”
Adam groans and starts to roll away, his delicious shaft slipping out of me.
“Wait a sec,” I grab his arm. “Did you disable the bus for the sole purpose of having sex with me?”
He grins. “Baby, I haven’t seen you in two months. I would’ve firebombed the bus to have sex with you.”
“Oh, Adam. I love you, but that’s crazy.”
“Yeah, well, as the song goes: that’s love.” And he winks at me.
And I guess that’s the truest story that’s ever been written. Love is a crazy little thing, but I get to share it with the best man in the world.
I caught feelings for Adam Rees. He caught them back.